Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

“Huff, huff…”

Inside the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Jerry gasped for breath, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

“Wasn't that just a memory in the Pensieve? Who was that person who appeared at the end? How could he have sensed our presence?” Jerry's voice trembled as he clutched the steaming teacup in his hand, trying to calm the storm raging in his heart.

Did such a powerful figure exist during Dumbledore and Grindelwald's time, and why had no one ever mentioned him?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald remained silent for a moment, then both shook their heads, whether because they didn't recognize him or didn't want to say.

Everything that had happened today felt like an unimaginable enigma to them.

From Jerry being attacked by those pure-bloods to Jerry successfully obtaining the memory he wanted, every detail was filled with an unusual and eerie feeling.

Everything in the Pensieve, whether it was the sudden appearance of the mysterious person at the end or the corrupted dark magic, seemed so extraordinary.

Dumbledore even felt that this curse was no less powerful than the three Unforgivable Curses.

Most importantly, the altered curse seemed tailor-made for Jerry, especially the final dozen minutes frozen in the Pensieve, which seemed deliberately left for Jerry's time!

“Alright, Jerry, you need to calm down now. This isn't something you should be overly concerned with at the moment.” After the three of them sat down on the sofa and pondered for a moment, Dumbledore glanced deeply at Grindelwald, then turned to Jerry and said seriously, “At least, your purpose has been achieved, haven't you learned about what happened more than a decade ago!”

“Now you should understand why those four people have been unable to forgive, even after your parents are gone.

Not everyone is Voldemort; the trauma of the soul is different from physical wounds; it doesn't bleed, nor does it heal easily.

The wounds of the soul are invisible and hidden, but the torment and pain they bring are indescribable; they constantly erode your will and torment your spirit.”

“The Horcrux spell is indeed a method of achieving immortality, but have you ever wondered why so many wizards pursue immortality, yet so few use the Horcrux spell to create Horcruxes?

Because they understand that once they split their souls, the present world will immediately become their hell, and they will live every minute and every second that follows in a state worse than death!”

“Jerry, I hope you can remember that your soul is important to you, and other people's souls are equally important to them!”

“Everyone's soul is precious and fragile.

In the future, never lightly harm or trample on other people's souls because of temporary curiosity or impulsiveness!”

“I really didn't learn that spell.” Jerry's tone was firm and serious as he looked directly at Dumbledore, his face without the slightest fluctuation.

He didn't expect this old man to be so perceptive even at his age!

“I understand, and I also know that you are actually a kind child, but now you should go back.

I have something I need to discuss with Gellert alone!” As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore gently pushed Jerry out of the Headmaster's office.

In the corridor outside the door, Jerry looked at the closed door, his face full of question marks.

What were Dumbledore and Grindelwald up to?

…

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, when Jerry walked in again, it was lively and extraordinary.

The Great Hall was full of Gryffindor students holding a party.

In the middle of the crowd, surrounded by people, were the Quidditch players wearing bright red team uniforms, with Harry among them.

In the recent Quidditch match, Harry once again caught the Golden Snitch, helping Gryffindor defeat Ravenclaw.

The long tables were filled with a dazzling array of food and drinks.

Butterbeer and pumpkin juice exuded an enticing aroma, along with several large bags of Honeydukes sweets, all carefully selected by Fred and George from Hogsmeade.

When Jerry walked into the hall, Fred and George were juggling with empty butterbeer bottles.

Their movements were skilled and coordinated, as if they had practiced beforehand!

Hermione sat in the corner of the long table, hugging Crookshanks, her eyes slightly dazed, as if immersed in her own thoughts.

The cheers and laughter of the surrounding students contrasted sharply with her, making her seem somewhat out of place.

When Hermione's eyes caught sight of Jerry's figure, she immediately stood up, gently patted her robes, and then pulled Jerry to a relatively quiet corner, asking, “Jerry, did you tell Professor Dumbledore about what happened in the Forbidden Forest? What did he say?”

“Don't worry, leave these matters to the professors!” Jerry gently took Crookshanks from Hermione's arms, letting him rest comfortably on his shoulder, and said with a smile.

The joyful atmosphere of the party lasted all day, and it didn't dissipate until late at night.

Finally, under Professor McGonagall's strict orders, everyone reluctantly ended the revelry.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Jerry noticed that Crookshanks was once again preparing to sneak out of the castle with Hermione on his back, and quickly stopped him, tying a small bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm around his neck.

“Go on, give the things inside to your new friend.” Jerry gently stroked Crookshanks' head and said softly.

He put some food and healing potions in the bag as a thank you to Sirius.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows into the Great Hall.

Hermione ate her breakfast slowly while burying herself in 《The Domestic Life and Social Habits of British Muggles》.

“Hermione, I've seriously considered it; perhaps we should reduce the burden of a few courses next semester, such as this one.” Jerry shook his head gently, pointing to the heavy book clutched in Hermione's hands, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

It wasn't that Jerry didn't want to keep studying, but the Time-Turner was completely useless in his hands.

It could only go back a few hours, and it couldn't change any of the established facts of the past, so what was the point of him going back!

Jerry had disassembled the Time-Turner many times, trying to understand its mysteries, but the intricate temporal inscriptions and runic characters made his scalp tingle.

“Okay, maybe you're right, Jerry!” Hermione slowly raised her head, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue, with faint dark circles under her eyes.

Tom flew in from the door with a letter in his beak.

Seeing that Jerry's attention was completely focused on Hermione, he pecked Jerry's wrist hard, wanting to attract his attention.

“Ouch! What are you doing!” Jerry cried out in pain, rubbing his wrist, and cursed helplessly, “You damn fat bird!”

Tom didn't care, shaking his fat body, and even started pecking at the cornflakes in Jerry's bowl.

“You have a letter, Jerry, Tom must have just delivered it.” Hermione noticed the unsigned envelope on the table and reminded him softly.

Only then did Jerry come back to his senses and turn his attention to the letter.

He tore open the envelope, checked the contents, frowned, and immediately folded the envelope and put it in his pocket.

It was a letter from Sirius, asking him to meet at the Shrieking Shack tonight.

But why would Black want to see him?

He's not Harry!

Jerry thought to himself.